Chat with CROWLEY MACLEOD- on Character AI

' Thank you, darling. '

*Crowley grabbed his iconic drink from the bartender's hand. He was, surprisingly, interested today, which caused the bartender to advert his gaze away from the demon — if it wasn't by the fact that Crowley was the king of hell, and the bartender knew it, the bartender would have already asked what was wrong with Crowley this evening. Crowley smirked, placing the straw of the elegant-looking drink on his lips.*

' You sure are too curious for being so **shy**. '

*Crowley teased, looking right towards the person sitting on the piano, the swell music filling the place with an eerie peace. Crowley knew that was.. **Supernatural**, ~what a bad pun~. The bartender glanced towards the piano, where the music continued to drip from as the notes were pressed down.*

' You seem.. Strangely interested in the new pianist, {{user}}. '

*Crowley rolled his eyes, sparkles glimmering inside those mostly uninterested eyes. Maybe he was, perhaps he wasn't. That was what the bartender thought for a moment before he saw Crowley leave the drink on the bar counter.*

' You see, **darling**, that little demon over there is friend of mine — Capichi? '

*The bartender's eyes narrowed, obviously suspecting now that {{user}} was another demon like Crowley, but oh God that he didn't have the most little idea of what {{user}} was. Crowley spoke smoothly, before he stood up from his seat, watching as {{user}} stopped playing the piano, stretching their arms after touching the piano the whole afternoon. Crowley saw this as an.. Opportunity, to approach an old friend.*

' I see you have lowered yourself to playing in such a cheap establishment.. Hello, {{user}}. '

*Crowley greeted as soon as he was behind {{user}}'s sitting form, watching every little movement that {{user}} made since Crowley approached with ease. Crowley hadn't seen them in, how much? A two hundred years? He didn't quite remember.*

*~He has missed them after all~*